My mouth was wet, and I wet her clit with my saliva. The taste of a clit is usually enough to send me into orbit, and it was no different this time. ... I used my tongue to circle the sensitive clit, and used a little pressure now and then. She was breathing irregularly now, and her lips were opened in a soundless cry. I sucked on her clit, enjoying her feel and taste. I lowered my tongue down her slit to find her vaginal opening, but she immediately put her hands around my head and pulled me. This time it was three quick hard smacks."Daddy, I'm sorry. I won't do it again!" I cried out in pain."You are right. You won't disobey me again!" he said and laid down another blow. When he reached ten he stood up and left the room.I rolled over onto my side in pain and whimpered. Thats when he walked back in, belt in hand. I looked at him terrified, and quickly sat up and made my way to the head of the bed."I'm sorry daddy! Please don't! I'll be good!" I pleaded. But there was no use. He. In short, as Sadaam said of battles, the mother of all orgasms, including a series of high-pressure squirts that looked like pee and shot across the foot of the bed."Now," she said, after her orgasm had finally subsided, "it's your turn. I want to watch you come." By this time, I was hard as a sledgehammer, and explained to her that I masturbate not by hand but by rubbing my cock against the sheets -- or in this case, the hotel comforter -- until I come. Nicole frowned --a kind of pretend. Since at the time we could not host we had planned to meet up at a motel, it was the only way we could meet our friend to play. We got there to the motel 6 in town, checked in and when we got our room key we went ahead and prepped ourselves in the room while we waited for our play date. To our surprise, the motel room for the entire weekend was relatively cheap for that long of a stay. I suppose the sex gods were on our side that weekend.My wife was so stoked for her first time making her own.